My Own Personal Grey

Oh dog…


Feeling tired and frustrated already: walked dog and had a small problem with Bella’s overenthusiastic response to small children in pink coats; filed tax extension while Bella begged for attention, whined, and finally lept on my chair from behind. I love that my dog loves me (and other people) but I do wish she could understand “just one more minute, please!”

On the other hand, she is terribly cute:

The pilothouse is ALL MINE! I shall defend it from Monsters!

What's that on the floor...?

If I don't look at it, maybe Mommy won't notice....

Why, yes, I AM frippin' clever. Thank you!